(with all due apologies Mr. Steinbeck, the title was just too perfect not to use)
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Of all the professions out there, no one has to answer to more masters than teachers do. Between the school boards who hire them and the principals who monitor their every move, to varying degrees, teachers also have to deal with the competitive, and often times petty nature of their colleagues. That doesn't even begin to take into account the dozens, if not, hundreds of students that come and go each day.
Having been a teacher for going on seven years, 31 year old DeeDee Alexander knew these pitfalls all too well. Having spent the first six years working in the city of Sacramento's school system, DeeDee suddenly found herself in the rural outpost of a small San Joaquin Valley town. A stressful shake-up under the best of circumstances given she'd lived in the state capital her entire life, DeeDee found herself having to pick up the pieces of her professional life at the same time a pending divorce was still hanging over her head.
Needing a fresh start, DeeDee stumbled into the job opportunity in the Valley and decided to take it, desperate to just get away from all the old, tired faces back home. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before she became burdened by a bunch of new, and equally, tiring souls.
It didn't take long before DeeDee came face to face with the one other master not mentioned above, the parents of her students. Back in Sacramento, it was unusual if DeeDee received more than three or four communications from a curious parent during any given week, and that was with a roster of over 150 kids. While there is certainly something to be said for parents taking an active role in their children's schooling, their over-involved meddling can, at times, drastically complicate a teacher's efforts to do their job.
Her 8th grade roster at Bradford Middle School was far smaller, but by the time her first Friday on the job rolled around, DeeDee had received at least 40 phone calls, texts or emails for the 105 kids she saw on a daily basis. While a few were from very nice people wanting to welcome her to the area, more than half were from parents who wanted to make it known early on they were keeping an eye on her.
Not wanting to sound like a cry baby in front of her new colleagues, DeeDee kept the burden to herself for the first few weeks, but the amounts of daily contacts still hovered around five or so. If she had inquired early on, DeeDee would have discovered the overbearing behavior of the parents in the area was the main reason the job she filled came open in the first place.
There were several factors that played into the differences between the two school districts. The most obvious was the affluence of DeeDee's new digs. Back in Sacramento, over half of her students didn't have both a Mom and a Dad around on a regular basis, and that single parent usually had to work so much they didn't have a lot of time or energy to spend fretting over the minutia of their child's academic experience. Where she was now, the family unit was much more stable, with the father generally out winning the bread, and the dotting mother left to her own devices at home to fixate over every single thing when it came to little Johnnie or Jenny's school life.
DeeDee also discovered the local private school had closed down a few years earlier as well. When the economy began its downward spiral back in '06, many of the citizens there suddenly weren't as financially set as they planned and the tuition dues for the private school were one of the major things that got cut. Inevitably the school had to shut it's doors, which created an influx of kids into the public education pool.
Needless to say, that put a lot of strain on the public school teachers in the area. Finding a way to keep the at-risk students from falling behind at the same time adequately challenging the smarter kids with huge class sizes and budget shortfalls would prove to be a constant grind for teachers like DeeDee Alexander. Certain parents' constant badgering only made the vice she was stuck in tighter.
The biggest culprit in DeeDee's impending breakdown was named Lucinda Epstein. While most of the parents who were putting their $1.02 in about how DeeDee was running her class were genuinely concerned with how their kids were handling the workload, Mrs. Epstein came across as a much different animal defending her son, Sam. Most of the nosey parents wanted to discuss the finer points of the syllabus, or the attention (or lack there of) they felt their child was receiving. Lucinda, on the other hand, seemed hell-bent on communicating an air of superiority and condescension.
By the third week of dealing with Mrs. Epstein's constant meddling, DeeDee was on the verge of telling the woman she could come in and teach the 100 plus kids she dealt with everyday. What made Sam's situation so difficult was that he was clearly showing signs of a learning disability, and from her experience, DeeDee knew he should be getting some special care in the LD program the school offered. Telling Mrs. Epstein that about her Son was tantamount to telling her he had been diagnosed with leprosy. She was insistent Sam should be placed in the advanced, high school prep classes.
It wasn't until nearly a month into the new school year that DeeDee Alexander ran into a ten year veteran teacher at Bradford who finally gave her the skinny on who (and what) Lucinda Epstein truly was.
DeeDee sat at the other woman's desk, cold chills running down her spine as she lost her appetite for her yogurt listening to some of the Epstein's background. Lucinda and her Husband Chet owned one of the largest vineyards in the area, and considering they were smack dab in the middle of California wine country, they were one of the largest wine producers in the country. Chester Epstein had started out as a doctor in the area, but over the past 20 years had mainly focused on the vineyard. With his growing profile, he'd also developed a keen dose of political aspiration, and with the tide in 2010 to run out anyone who was an incumbent, Chet Epstein was taking a stab at town mayor's seat on the November ballot.
He wasn't the only one in the household on a ballot either. Lucinda was conveniently making a run for a spot of the city school board as well, and if both won suddenly they would become what amounted to the first family of the San Joaquin Valley.
Sensing the gravity and depth of who she was dealing with, DeeDee had shoved her spoon all the way into the half eaten tub of Yoplait and sat back dejectedly in her seat.
"Mrs. Conner..she was the lady you essentially replaced. She'd been here at Bradford for five years I think..very good teacher," the sage veteran offered. "The instant she saw Sammy Epstein's name show up on this year's class roster, she took a position over in Fresno. So..in a roundabout way..Lucinda Epstein is the reason you're here."
"...Whoa.....," DeeDee slunk backwards in her seat and groaned.
"No kidding," the older woman continued. "I think young Sam had been going to Brushwood, the private school that closed down, then they tried home schooling him for a year or two. Once Lucinda started showing some interest in bullying her way onto the school board, she had to enroll her Son into the school system just to make things look good."
"Apparently Mrs. Conner saw how much trouble having Sam in class was for the seventh grade teacher last year and she decided she wasn't going to be a sitting duck....."
"....Which now I've become," DeeDee deflatingly finished the other woman's thought.